Sarah had always remembered her time in the labyrinth, mostly with fondness. But, whenever she remembered the times she had almost given up, she would start to think of different ways it could have turned out, if only Jareth would have helped her. She had imagined start to finish if only he had been with her, both as a guide and as a follower.
Sarah had, of course, immediately regretted saying no to the Goblin King. As soon add the room exploded, Sarah had realized her mistake. She had saw something in the king's eyes, a deep, deep sorrow. A tear escaped Sarah's eye, and she quickly wiped it away. She was in the middle of a collage class, after all. Like she found herself doing more and more often these days, Sarah slipped into a daydream of the labyrinth, of the impossibly long hall.
"Use your words," Jareth whispered into my ear.
"Which way to the goblin castle?" I said, knowing this all. There was glitter everywhere, and different pieces of things, everywhere. Jareth, still as close as before whispered into my ear, again.
"That way." He gestured behind him, kissing my forehead.
"Which way do I go to get to the castle, Jareth?" His smirk returned, and he backed up, arms wide.
"That way." He pointed to the right, and I started to walk down it. I knew the way perfectly, and what I didn't remember I had imagined. Out was like a nice, lovely stroll with a friend, though it was the king of goblins, not so much a friend, but someone that I wish could be. Or, if I was lucky, more then a friend.
"Jareth, why do you have this labyrinth?" I, of course, had no idea what he would say, so I guessed.
"It's fun. To see all of those kids wish away their little brothers or sisters, then run to find them, never finding them." I saw that this was the spot to slump down and speak to the worm.
"'Allo!"
"Did you just say... Hello?"
"No, I said 'allo, bit that's close enough."
"You're a worm, aren't you?"
"Ya, that's right!"
"Don't listen to the worm, Sarah." I ignored him.
"You don't by any chance know the way through this labyrinth, do you?'' I asked it.
"Who, me? No, I'm just a worm. Come inside, meet the misses."
"No, thank you, I have to solve this labyrinth. But there aren't any turns or openings or anything! It just goes on and on!"
"Well, you ain't lookin right. It's full of openings, you just ain't seeing 'em!"
"Well, where are they?"
"There's one right across there. It's right in front of ya.''
"No there isn't."
Sarah got started out of her memory, right then.
"Hey, my cloud," Sarah's boyfriend, Jeremy said, kissing her head, getting in late. Sarah was only going out with him for his looks, he was like any collage boy, a little bit husky, with white-blond hair, a weak jawline, hazel eyes, and was dumb as a doornail.
"Hey. How are you? You're late again."
"Good, and I know, I know. Don't be so surprised, Sarah. I'm always late." Sarah sighed, knowing that that was true.
"Doesn't mean that you can't change it."
"What have we done in class yet?"
"The journal, that's all." Jeremy smiled, relieved.
"Good. I hate that part of class."
"I know." Sarah pulled out a journal, made to look like his writing, and filled out with information based on the question for the day.
"You, Sarah, are a life saver." Sarah nodded, her long hair falling over her shoulder. "Is that a... No, couldn't be... it's daytime. Why would an owl be out in the day?" Jeremy said, his eyes going round. Sarah looked up, other people around then doing the same, to see a white owl near the roof of the lecture hall. Suddenly, it swooped down and landed on Sarah's desk, looking her straight in the eyes. Sarah was about to shop it when she noticed something.
A most interesting something.
Something like the eye color of the animal.
Or, more like the *colors* of his eyes. Sarah looked around and found everyone, including the teacher, looking at her. There was a letter in his claws, and Sarah reached for it. The owl let her have it, quickly. It even rubbed her hand a little, before taking wing and leaving.
"Are you alright?" The teacher said, walking up to her, concerned.
"Oh, uh, ya, I'm fine. Just got..." Sarah figured out that she probably shouldn't say anything about the note. Sarah saw that a beautiful feather was on her desk"Uh, nothing. Just this feather."
"Alright, if you say so." The teacher walked back down to his spot in the front of the room.
"What was that about?" Jeremy asked Sarah, curious.
"I don't know. I have no idea." Sarah didn't, and she was going to find out.
A/n. Hope you liked this! This is my first labyrinth story, so I hope it turns out!
